Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.